Page 108 of The Unlikely Pair

My heart starts to beat faster. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

By the time we re-emerge from the cabin naked, the rain is pelting down, and we get saturated in the short dash to the sauna.

But it doesn’t matter because the wonderful warmth awaits us, the scent of pine and the crackle of the fire creating a cocoon of coziness.

Harry takes in the berries and fresh towels, and his eyes soften.

“Thank you,” he says.

For some reason, watching him examine my setup makes me feel exposed. I hope he interprets the flush of my cheeks as the result of the heat and steam.

“I know a way you can thank me,” I say.

Harry’s hands find my hips, pulling me close. His lips trail along my jaw, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “I think I have a few ideas myself.”

“So you want to follow through on our conversation from lunchtime?” I gasp.

Harry’s eyes heat almost as much as the air around us. “Well, we are already naked. It seems pertinent not to waste this opportunity.”

“You are so lucky that multi-syllable words turn me on,” I say as I close the distance between us to kiss him again.

We sink onto the sauna bench, our bodies tangled together, skin slick with sweat and desire. Harry’s weight presses me into the warm wood, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, chest, and stomach. I thread my fingers through his hair, gasping and arching as his mouth works magic on my skin.

His skin glistens in the soft light, beads of sweat and rainwater trailing down his chest. I can’t resist tracing their path with my fingertips, marveling at the way his muscles jump under my touch.

I finally manage to break away, and, fingers fumbling, I reach for the Vaseline. I spread some on my fingers, then hesitate when I meet Harry’s gaze.

Sex doesn’t have to mean anything, I remind myself. It can be a purely physical thing.

But seeing Harry like this, as he patiently waits for me to prep him, he seems strangely…vulnerable.

My heart beats loudly, matching the thunderous pounding of rain against the sauna roof.

“We can stop at any time,” I say.

Harry’s gaze is unwavering, a mix of trust and something else I can’t quite decipher. And then, slowly, I reach out and touch him gently.

Harry’s breath hitches at the contact, a soft gasp escaping his lips. I try to ignore the way my own body reacts to his response, focusing instead on making sure he’s comfortable and ready for what’s to come.

Harry lets out a guttural moan I will replay over and over in my head for the rest of time.

As I continue, Harry’s eyes flutter closed, his expression pure concentration. His hole slowly softens around my fingers as I work them in and out of his body. I can’t hear anything but the pounding of my heart in my ears, the noise of the rain on the roof, and the gentle noises Harry is making.

“Are you ready?” I ask softly.

His eyes open slowly. “As I have no previous experience with this, I will have to trust your judgment.”

“Trusting my judgment is always a wise decision,” I say, and Harry snorts.

I put a hand on his hip, guiding him so he’s leaning against the bench and I’m pressed up behind him.

“This is probably easiest for your first time.” I try to keep my voice businesslike, to make this purely about sex.

But I can feel the tension in my own body. There’s a strange mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.

I lean in close, brushing my lips against the back of his neck as I hold his hips.

The sound of rain hammering on the roof fills my head until everything boils down to the sensation of sliding inside Harry.